My nails dug into his biceps and shoulders. I found myself arching deeper into him. I didn’t give a shit about the rolls of fat, the dimples and other imperfections marring my body in that moment. I only cared about experiencing all of Jayce and his erotic skills.
He pulled away, his breathing labored, just as harsh as my own. His gaze penetrated me. His nostrils flared as he snarled. “I want you so fuckin’ bad, baby.” I saw the thump of his veins, pumping a million routes along his flesh. That’s when I realized that he’d been holding back for me. What felt desperate and rushed wasn’t even close.
I grabbed his face between my hands. My pussy wept for him. For once my heart, body and mind were in agreement. They all wanted him. “Make me feel good, Jayce. Fuck me, please.” I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, encouraging him. I wanted this; I wanted him. And for the first time I wasn’t second-guessing myself.
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Chapter Five
JAYCE
Her plea tied my heart in knots. She was begging me for what I already wanted. She was everything I wanted. She made me want everything and more with her.
I wanted to love her thoroughly. I wanted her to scream my name in ecstasy every night. I would worship her body by night and protect her by day. I wanted a ring on her finger and a bite on her shoulder. I wanted her stomach further swelled by my child inside her. I wanted to experience all life had to offer with her. Instinctively, I knew she would change my life. She was going to turn my world upside down, and, yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I-
Fuck. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible.
She bowed into me, a pleading look on her face; kind, yet anxious eyes bore into me. Her hair was a mess of loose hairs that had escaped her bun and were now plastered to her skin from the humidity of the shower. Her cheeks were round cherubs I knew would always be soft against my morning stubble. Her body was a lush wonderland of curves that had no beginning or end. Even the unknown regarding her past, who she possibly was beyond her gym membership form, didn’t change anything. Somehow, I loved this stranger; I loved this beautiful woman in my arms. She was my mate; she met every touch and challenged me for more. She was…perfect.
I aligned my cock at her hot entrance. I locked our gazes. “Don’t close your eyes. Never close your eyes, do you understand me?”
She nodded her head frantically in agreement.
I surged into her. Pleasure assaulted my groin. Our mouths fell open, groans escaping us. She felt unbelievable. Her walls squished my cock in a damn good way. And yet, with the new layer of connection, I was still desperate for so much more. I was beginning to realize nature’s devious plan; somehow, she would ensure I never got enough of Anna.
I slid my arms behind Anna, my hands stretching to cradle her head. She would need the protection. She’d asked me for a hard, rough fuck, and damn if I could stop myself from giving it to her.
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Chapter Six
ANNA
No man had ever filled me the way Jayce did. A delectable sense of fullness calmed me and equally incited my craving for more.
He kissed me hard, holding still, giving me time to adjust to him. “Hold on tight, baby.” He pulled back, concern crinkling his brows. “Stop me if it hurts, okay?”
Tears sprung from nowhere. Of all the flipping times… Luckily they stayed in the basins of my eyes, blurring my vision but not impairing it.
I couldn’t help it though. No man had ever taken care of me. My dad walked out before I was born, and none of the guys I connected with ever stopped to care about me. Men I’d had relationships with for extended periods hadn’t bothered to be bothered, but this gorgeous man was. I knew then there would be no saving my heart. Jayce already had a solid grasp on it from afar, but experiencing his genuine- I couldn’t even put it in words. I’d never met a more amazing person. He made me want to be all he was. He made me want to give all he gave to me and more. He made me want to love him. He made me care… just by being himself, simply by caring for a overstuffed stranger like me.
I kissed him. I didn’t trust myself to reply to him. I didn’t trust myself not to actually cry. I didn’t want to cry. I wanted to love and be loved. I wanted to have crazy, frantic shower sex; I wanted to get caught up in the moment rather than my mindless wonderment.
I cried out, my thoughts vanishing as he plunged into me, sending pleasure sweeping through me.
Adrenaline shot through my veins as erotic electricity awakened my nerves with blissful sensations. There was nothing gentle or easy about his stride. He quickly built a rhythm that made it impossible to keep my lips smashed to his, so I gave up, breaking away to watch him fuck me.
He rammed against my cervix with every stroke. I found myself getting lost in the pleasure assaulting me, slowly being buried beneath the mounting pressure.
I didn’t recognize my own voice as he pumped in and out of me, seeming to crack open the pleasure pot in my core. My heels dug into him; my nails damn near pierced his flesh. I slammed my hips against his groin every time the head of his dick kissed my womb, needing more, desperately seeking more.
Obediently, I kept my eyes open, locked on his. The way he cradled me against him, protecting me even as he manhandled me, demolished the walls I’d built around myself.
Every upward surge had the plains of his chest rubbing against the swells of mine, delightful friction assaulting my nipples, leaving me crying for more.
The shower fogged the room. I couldn’t see beyond Jayce. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but him. He surrounded me; he overwhelmed me. Pleasure devoured me; even as my muscles stiffened, even as my womb compressed, even as intense pressure deadened my nerves in intervals, the pleasure was still there.
He growled. “Let go.” He sped up, drilling into me, sending my heading pounding into the soft cushions of his palms.
I couldn’t hold out any longer. I couldn’t protect my heart any longer. Jayce did something to me. Jayce cracked me open. I couldn’t hide from him, and, astoundingly, I didn’t want to hide from him. I wanted him to know all of me. I wanted him to love all of me the way I-
My tears returned, silently spilling over this time. What was he doing to me? How was he doing this to me?
He slowed to an intimate pace that only further weakened me. He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Let go, baby.” His voice was so soft; it swaddled me with…love. There was no other word for it.
I looked at him. He didn’t hide anything from me. He gave what he demanded in return.
“Let go, Anna. I promise I’ll catch you.”
And I knew he would. I’d never felt safe with anyone, but I felt safe with him. My own mother hadn’t cared about me, but he did. I knew it; I felt it. He felt right. He felt perfect.
“Let go.” His eyes implored me.
“Okay.” My voice cracked. I didn’t care though. He saw more of me, more of my soul in that moment than anyone ever had, and he wasn’t running. He wasn’t abandoning me like the rest. He wasn’t like the others, and that made me love him all the more.
A guttural moan escaped me as he drove into me. Fresh, an overpowering, fresh swell of pleasure drowned me, drowned my senses in him.
I couldn’t follow his rhythm. I couldn’t keep up. He’d let go, just as he’d asked me to do. His grunts mixed with my moans; our erratic breaths mingled. He nuzzled my neck as I bounced blissfully, uncontrollably into him repeatedly. There was no way to be more thoroughly and swiftly fucked.
My entire body condensed, crushed upon itself. A splinter of pain overtook me before pleasure surged through me. Undulations of erotic pleasure consumed me, swept me away. I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see; all I could do was feel.
I felt every powerful thrust of his cock inside me. I felt every contraction in my core. I felt every zap of pleasure congregating at my nerve endings.
My muscles flexed and coiled in rhythm as waves of beautiful, fluttering sensations wracked my body, forced my body to su
rrender to its own sensual command. Amidst my haze, something stung, but I couldn’t pinpoint what or where. I was caught up in him; I was lost in the feel of letting go for the first time in my life.
Breathing was a forced event as my body bowed to the feelings possessing it. I was helpless to stop the tingling, the pleasure, the sheer bliss killing my senses.
Slowly, the numbness subsided. I became aware of Jayce kissing my upper body. In the background, I heard the crashing of water against the tile floor from the showerhead. My heart beat wildly; my pulse echoed in my ears, barring me from hearing anything else. As my vision cleared, as the fog lost its density, Jayce came into view. I couldn’t stop the smile that split my face. I hugged him tightly to me. I’d never been so happy. I’d never felt so free.
Until now, I’d always thought love bound you. Now I knew. Love didn’t hold you hostage to its whims; it set you free. And damn if I didn’t love this beautiful stranger.
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Chapter Seven
JAYCE
It’d never felt so good to let go. I’d never felt comfortable enough to let go with another woman. In truth, I’d never cared if the woman got there with me. Her happiness wasn’t my concern.
But it was different with Anna. She was different, more than just my mate.
I kissed the bite mark I’d inflicted upon her. She winced, but didn’t say anything. She was brave, another thing to love about her.
I drew back to peer at her. A smile lit up her face. Her eyes glittered with some untouchable emotion. My heart melted as her laughter filled the oversized shower stall. She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain her smile. She quickly gave up. “Um, we just had sex…in the shower…at a gym.”
I couldn’t stop the grin that lifted my lips. Her smile was infectious. Her happiness brought me insurmountable happiness. “Correction. We had sex in the shower at my gym.”
She rolled her eyes, never losing her glow. “Of course. That makes all the difference in the world.”
I laughed. Her humor was perfect. Everything about her was perfect for me. I loved her body. I loved the feel of her against me, in my arms. I loved her quiet strength. I loved the way she carried herself. I loved her laugh. I loved the way her laugh made me feel. I loved her.
I’d never believed the legends. They’d claimed that you always fell in love with your mate before you ever claimed him or her. Damn if I didn’t feel foolish for doubting the power of love, for indignantly excluding myself from the power it wielded. I knew now.
I swallowed hard as the thought froze me. I knew what I’d just done, but Anna didn’t.
Her features fell; her smile slid into a wistful curl of her lips. Her brows furrowed as she studied me. She stroked her fingers through my hair in a calming motion. Little did she realize how calming that was for a wolf. “What’s wrong?” She gave nothing away; her exterior remained gentle and kind.
I hugged her, fear blasting me. I didn’t know what I’d do if she walked away. “It’s complicated.” Brilliant. How many break-ups started with that those words?
She continued her soothing caress; her fingers glided through my strands with ease. “Try me.”
I’d never felt more nervous in my life. Alphas didn’t let dread get the best of them. But I’d never had anything as precious on the line before. “Promise you’ll hear me out.” It was a statement, not a question.
She replied anyways. “I promise.”
Never had I shared my life story with anyone else, the truth behind my heritage. Her fingers never stopped, her heartbeat never changed. She remained steady, strong through every word.
“…I fought my father’s wolf with my bare hands in front of the entire pack. It was the only way to earn their respect and not lose my birthright as the next alpha. All the others shift. I’d be more than happy to make my beta put on a show for you.” I chuckled nervously.
When her expression remained calm and solemn, I sobered fast. “I know it’s a lot to take in. I know it’s a stretch of the imagination for a human, but you are my mate, Anna. And I love you. Regardless of whether you accept me, my mark ensures no other wolf will touch you.” Sometimes it was hard to admit the truth. “I’ll always be here for you. I’ll never stop loving you, even if you deny me.”
She wasn’t looking at me. It was hell not being able to see what she was thinking, catch a glimpse of what she was feeling. She had no audible or physical reaction. It was unnerving. She tied me up like no other woman had.
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Chapter Eight
ANNA
How did someone respond to a story like that? How could I ever lend it credibility?
I watched him, grazing my fingers through his strands in time. It was a calming motion for me, a repetitive stroke that kept me from fidgeting or begging to be put down.
How did I feel about what he’d said? How was I supposed to feel? I mean, how many women were told they’d just fucked a werewolf…who couldn’t actually shift. He had the supernatural senses that came with being a paranormal creature but not the alter ego of one.
Jeez. This was feeling more and more like a story from one of the many paranormal romance novels I’d read.
He remained straight-laced. He showed no signs of deception or amusement. He was taking this very seriously.
His brows dipped inwards just enough to wrinkle his forehead and lightly scrunch his nose. His lips, swollen from our kisses, were slightly pursed, mashed together intensely. His nostrils flared with each inhale; his chest vibrated with each exhale, unveiling his tension.
The longer I observed him, the more confident I became. He was being serious. And damn if I didn’t believe he was telling me the truth.
I think the craziest part was, even if he’d been lying, I couldn’t say that I would have immediately disregarded him because of it. Fiction-sounding life story aside, I still felt this unexplainable connection.
Fiction-sounding life story in mind, that explained why I was lured to the gym that I’d never noticed before; it gave cause to my obsession with him. Somehow his insane story made me feel more sane.
Braveries built as the truth clotted my chest. He made me feel things I’d never felt before. I let go with him; I’d never let go with anyone else, not even my mother. I couldn’t put my finger on it, though the mate thing gave me a possibility, but there was something special about him. There was something about Jayce that had me exercising five days a week, having crazy sex in a public shower and showing all my rolls without shame.
He set me free. And, if I was honest, he saved me from myself.
There was no humor in it. There was no deception in what he’d done. And as the minutes ticked by, his story was gaining the credibility I’d initially denied it.
Why would he fabricate a story like that after we’d had sex? Don’t guys use crazy stories to get you into bed with them?
His strands were slick from the humidity. He studied me closely. What caught me though was… he’s nervous. It wasn’t an anxious nervous, possibly from being caught in a lie; it was a fearful nervous, as if he was afraid that I’d walk away.
I’d never had that power over someone before. No one had ever cared if I walked away.
He did though. Jayce cared.
I wanted to reassure him. I cared enough to want to reassure him. I cared about him, more than I liked to admit. Fuck it! I loved him. And looking at him now, I knew I didn’t want to walk away from him, werewolf alpha or not.
Why would I? He made me feel things I’d never felt before. He broke open my shell with quick sharp moves, baring me, and then he cocooned me. I’d never been more naked and exposed; yet, I’d never felt more safe and protected. He was my safe haven. After all this time, I’d finally found someone I could be myself with, wholly and freely.
I’d found someone worthy of my love. I’d found someone who loved me enough to show me my worth. I’d found someone who invested in me right away. I’d found someone who made me feel worthy of investment.
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Jayce gave me confidence, werewolf or not. Jayce made me feel special, alpha or not. Jayce made me feel like I could conquer the world, fact or fiction. Jayce made me want to conquer the world, truth.
“You don’t pick the better guy; you pick the one that makes you a better person.”
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Chapter Nine
JAYCE
Minutes passed. I was ready to jump ship, but I had to hear the words from her before I’d give up hope. Even then, I didn’t know if I would ever stop hoping she’d come around.
Her face was a mask as she met my gaze. She searched me. Her expression softened; her eyes became pools of melted crystals. “I don’t care what you are, Jayce. I care more about how you make me feel, and how I feel when I’m with you.” Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “You’ve brought out the best in me.”
My soul fucking danced. I’d never felt so relieved. I claimed her lips in a rough tangent, flying on emotion, on instinct.
She giggled, her laugh vibrating my chest. “No one else has ever been able to get my ass in the gym for a day, let alone seven freaking months.”
“I can’t take credit for the first day. You walked in the door on your own, baby.”
Her features scrunched in a cute, contemplative way. “Honestly, I don’t even know why I did.”
“I don’t care. You’re here now. That’s all I care about.”
She pursed her lips. I sensed her vulnerability as she pierced me with her gaze. She swallowed hard, her heart speeding up. “Promise you won’t hurt me, Jayce?”
I wanted to murder everyone who’d ever hurt her before. “I promise, baby. I swear on everything holy I will never hurt you.” I missed her smile. I missed her laughter. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted her to always be happy. “How about we rinse off real quick, throw on our clothes and get out of here. Let me show you how committed I am to your happiness.”
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